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I’ve given up on giving up slowly, I’m blending in so
You won’t even know me apart from this whole world that shares my fate
This one last bullet you mention is my one last shot at redemption
because I know to live you must give your life away
And I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I gotta get outta here
I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.
I’m giving up on doing this alone now
Cause I’ve failed and I’m ready to be shown how
He’s told me the way and I’m trying to get there
And this life sentence that I’m serving
I admit that I’m every bit deserving
But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair
Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I gotta get outta here
Cause I’m afraid that this complacency is something I can’t shake
I gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.
I am a hostage to my own humanity
Self detained and forced to live in this mess I’ve made
And all I’m asking is for You to do what You can with me
But I can’t ask You to give what You already gave
Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I’ve gotta get outta here
I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I’ve gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging
You to be my escape.
I fought You for so long
I should have let You in
Oh how we regret those things we do
And all I was trying to do was save my own skin
But so were You
So were You
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
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I actually attempted to blog earlier in the night, but there was nothing much to say so I gave it up in the end. Got woken up by the storm at 2 plus, and a random thought that popped into my head scared the shit out of me. I guess we're inspired by the weirdest things so I'm here, ready to script my next long and incoherent as hell entry.
Nothing interesting has been happening in my life for the longest time ever so it shouldn't be a suprise to anyone if I proclaim that my life is completely boring. I'll blame it on being seventeen and utterly stupid but to be truthful, I just think it's me. Boring and dull me with no spirit for risk and adventure unless it consists of a bottle of alcohol, a bed and certain other important fators that I shall not go into for the sake of any under-aged teenager who has the bad fortune of accidently stumbling onto this boring and uninteresting blog.
I dread the passing of each day simply for the fact that it brings me one day closer to the end of the holidays and the start of a new school year. 2006 holds all the promise of a pair of dirty socks and you really can't fault us for not wanting it to come. 15 hour workdays with no holidays, no benefits, no health insurance and no pay sounds as alluring as the thought of cleaning dirty toilets. Which wouldn't be very alluring unless you're a weird and abnormal freak with a penchant for dirty toilet and an obsessive complusive personality.
Thus, I have been trying to devise verious methods to make time pass slower. After careful consideration and experimentation, I conclude that spending the day at home would make time pass the slowest. In particular, alternate sleeping with eating, chatting online and watching telly. Ensure that your subscription to cable telly is current and you can recieve the non-stop replays of the most boring movies and variety shows avaliable in the 21st century. For optimal effect, please make sure that your house is suituated in a rural part of singapore and totally inaccessible to the rest of the world (if you're a lazy bum), that your fridge is totally empty except for the odd expired packet of tibits and chilled cans of jolly shandy (what a combination) and that you are simply too lazy to lift your ass off the extra-comfortable recliner sofa to head to wherever everyone is hanging out at. For a nice twist, add in a squeeze of financial distress and top it off with a limited wardrobe.
For additional instruction (at a small fee), call 1800-I have no life.
Ladies and gentlemen, I kid you not. This formula really works.
Alright, enough fooling. I'm off to bed.